The Grand Tutor wants to be the Queen every day and is going crazy

It’s late at night, dark and windy, a murderous night.

Wanjun drank her tea slowly and calmly; the clattering of tiles on the roof did not affect her interest in drinking tea.

She sighed softly.

Really desperate.

He put down the teacup and stood up to open the door.

She was facing the door, and the moment the two men in black kicked the door open, she saw a large group of men in black pouring out of the yard from all directions. Several palace maids and eunuchs were lying on the ground, and they seemed to have become the dead souls killed by the men in black.

Wanjun looked indifferent, without a trace of pity on her face. She looked at the three men in black indifferently and said expressionlessly: "You want my life?"

The black-clad man in the middle narrowed his eyes slightly: "No way, who asked you to help the Queen Mother?"

"I hope you'll have a good life in your next life!"

"Come on!" The men in black swarmed up and took out their swords to stab Wanjun.

Wanjun dodged the long sword by leaning sideways, calmly took out her fan to block his sword, and then kicked the man in black in the abdomen with a high kick. The man in black vomited blood, twitched a few times on the ground, and died with his eyes closed.

Wanjun used a fan to wander among a group of people in black. The amazing thing was that even though half of the people in black were dead, Wanjun was still spotless and looked calm.

When the man in black saw that a group of people could not beat a little girl, he became angry and shouted and stabbed Wanjun again with the sword.

Wanjun bent down to avoid their swords, then threw out the fan, which made a circle and hit the man in black's neck accurately. The tip of the fan had a sharp blade coated with deadly poison. The man in black had no time to dodge and was stabbed to death by the fan.

After dealing with the man in black.

Wanjun stood in the middle of the corpses in a peach-colored gauze dress, with a few drops of scarlet snow beads stained on the hem of her dress. There were corpses lying all around her. Just at this time, it started to rain in the night, and the blood was washed away by the rain to form blood puddles of varying sizes. Wanjun's indifferent eyes revealed the murderousness and indifference that was not right for her age.

She glanced at the night sky and slipped into the house.

She sat down slowly, picked up the teapot and poured herself a cup of tea, then drank the tea without changing her expression in front of the pile of corpses.

The smell of blood mixed with tea had a unique charm, and Wanjun couldn't help but pour a second cup.

After two cups of tea, a man in red holding an umbrella and wearing a veiled hat appeared at the door.

The man in red glanced at Wanjun who was leisurely drinking tea, and a hint of amusement appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Isn't this Miss Wanjun who ranks fifth on the killer rankings~"

"The taste is so strong. Drinking tea in front of a pile of corpses makes me feel scared~"

Wanjun sat quietly, a cold breath filled the entire space, and the released internal force gathered into a stream of air and attacked the man in red.

The man in red threw down his umbrella to block the airflow, and it suddenly exploded.

The man in red calmly held up the umbrella again and looked at Wanjun with a joking smile: "Miss Wanjun is so irritable, no man will be willing to marry you in the future~"

"If the young lady doesn't despise me, I will humble myself and marry Miss Wanjun."

Wanjun glanced at him, then calmly concentrated her inner strength on the fan, and with a sharp look in her eyes, she threw the fan at the man in red.

The man in red saw the fan in front of him, took it easily, looked at it in his hand, and smiled charmingly: "Miss Wanjun is so anxious to send me a token of love."

"Then I'll take it."

As he spoke, the man in red put Wanjun's most treasured fan into his sleeve in front of her.

Wanjun, who was calm just now, saw her weapon being taken away by others. A murderous look flashed in her eyes, and she used her internal force to rush towards the man in red.

But in just a moment, she had reached the man's side, and before the man in red could react, her hand had already grabbed her neck. With just a little force, she could break the man's neck.

Wanjun looked indifferent, without a trace of emotion in her eyes: "Give me back the fan!"

The man in red was strangled by the throat but still had the mood to laugh: "Miss Wanjun, there is no reason to take back the token of love after giving it away~"

"Miss Wanjun, you can't go back on your word~"

Wanjun knew very well that this man let himself be strangled by her on purpose, he just wanted to have this experience with her.

Even when death is imminent, he still acts coquettishly.

The man in red is Bai Zhuqing, the second leader of the Netherworld Pavilion. He is a real smiling tiger. It may seem that he is smiling at you, but in fact, he has already made up his mind to kill you. Your corpse will be lying on the ground in the next second.

He ranks third on the killer list. Because of his unpredictable actions and his preference for wearing red clothes to kill people, he is called Red Charm. He is good at witchcraft. People outside only know him but not his appearance. Except for the leader of the Netherworld Pavilion who has seen his face, no one else knows what he looks like. Some say that they dare not see people because of his ugly appearance, while others say that he is handsome and unparalleled in the world. In addition to these points, greed for money and lust are his other characteristics. He will not kill people himself unless he is paid enough money or someone bribes him with a beauty.

It must be that someone who hated her gave him a huge sum of money and a beautiful woman, otherwise there would be no need for him to kill her, a little-known killer.

"Give me back the fan." Wanjun said again forcefully.

The man in red smiled and said indifferently: "Then take your hand away first."

"You pinched my neck until it turned red."

"Miss Wanjun really doesn't know how to be gentle with women~"

Wanjun was filled with murderous intent and she tightened her grip on his neck.

The man in red was a little out of breath: "If you let me go, I will give it back to you."

Wanjun narrowed her eyes: "Really?"

She let go of his hand doubtfully.

The moment he took his hand away, the man in red used his inner strength to fly into the night.

"Miss Wanjun, I will die without regrets if I can see you today."

"I will take this fan away for now. I will return it to you when we meet again."

Wanjun looked at the figure flying farther and farther away and almost broke her teeth.

Bitch!

A bitch who doesn't keep her word!

Next time I meet him, I will grind him to dust!

Wanjun calmed down, looked at the corpses scattered all over the ground, took out the corpse-dissolving water and poured it on the corpses. In the blink of an eye, only a pool of blood was left.

As the rain got heavier, the smell of blood faded a little. Wanjun closed the door and turned off the lights.

She didn't have to worry about being discovered. After a night of rain, the blood would be washed away. Although a bloody smell would remain, it would be mixed with the fishy smell of the ground after the heavy rain and no one would be able to detect it.

Besides, Wanxiu Palace is located in a remote area and almost no one pays attention to it.

Regent's Palace.

Qingying came to Jun Lingyue with a serious face, knelt on one knee and apologized: "Your Majesty, the mission failed."

Jun Lingyue narrowed his eyes, a dangerous light flashed in his eyes, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Oh, if you can't even complete a small task, there's no need to keep those good-for-nothings."

Qing Ying was stunned, a look of despair suddenly appeared on his face, he lowered his head and said in a hoarse voice: "Your Majesty, their crime does not deserve death, the other party is very powerful in martial arts!"

Jun Lingyue looked at Qingying with a hint of disappointment in his eyes: "You are still begging for them? Do you want to die too?"

"Your Majesty..."

Qing Ying paused, as if he had made up his mind, and said, "Your Majesty, they have followed you for many years. Even if they have not made any contributions, they have worked hard. I beg Your Majesty to spare their lives and give them another chance!"

Jun Lingyue's sharp gaze rested on Qingying's face. Qingying's hair stood on end and his eyes flickered rapidly, revealing his inner nervousness.

"Arrange it again. If you fail, you won't live!"

Qing Ying showed a delighted expression: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

"I will definitely complete the task!"

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